The sound of footsteps and winds suddenly realized that there was danger behind me, so I simply rolled on the spot, stabilized my body and looked back, and my heart immediately skipped a beat.

Three feet of water!

That array diagram is!

Every Nian glanced out of the corner of her eyes and saw Tang Qingli, who was far away from here, and Sui was standing beside him.

This summer had already taken out a jade jar and put it to his mouth.

I hid again every year and avoided the second sword of the Three Foot Water. Now the three Foot Water in this state is obviously not as flexible as me, so it is not too difficult to hide every year.

But Zimo... looked at his magic power every day.

If you hold on for a few more seconds, you can at least shoot an arrow!

"Hey! Are you still alive?" Niannian didn't know much about the power of Tang Qingli's fire, and shouted at the figure in the formation map.

"I'm not dead yet, it's almost there! I keep losing blood!" Zi Mo's voice came from the flames, sounding full of energy.

"Wait for a few seconds!" Niannian swept towards his mana bar again, but saw the slowly growing mana suddenly stop, and at the same time, he heard a sad and misty music.

"What's this?" Niannian also shouted.

"Confucian skills, group cuts! It weakens the recovery speed!" Zi Mo also heard this song, scolded her in his heart countless times and shouted countless times.

"fxxk!" Niannian cursed directly, glaring at the three-foot water that had been slashed again with angrily, and helplessly dodging away again.

"I can't do it anymore! One third is left!" Zimo's voice was a little panicked. He finally came in. He was sent back to the city before his feet could stand firm. Then he was laughed to death by his brothers?

Sanchishui seemed to finally find that his current attack did not pose a threat to Nian Nian. After a pause, Sasa Sa made three quick swords, all of which were pricking Nian Nian.

Niannian didn't take Sanfou Shui seriously, but suddenly she was shocked to see these three swords and sweated in a cold sweat. After she narrowly avoided the first sword, the tip of the second sword had already been sent to her chest.

In desperation, Nian Nian took out a dagger from his waist and knocked it up. As soon as the dagger touched the sword edge, Nian Nian knew it was not good. Sure enough, I saw a crystal-made dagger shattering with one blow under the three-foot-sea water Yunji sword, turning into a fine crystal particle.

Niannian Shang didn't have time to feel distressed, but he used this attack to stop and avoided the sword again, and barely moved his vitals away from the third sword.

Although he avoided the vital points of his heart, the sword edge of the third sword still swept over her shoulders and raised a piece of flesh and blood.

“One-fifth!”

Every year, I felt pain and took a big step back. At the same time, I couldn't help but cover my bleeding left shoulder with my hands, and accidentally touched the necklace on my neck.

Necklace? Wolf Teeth!

Every Nian pulled his right hand down, pulled down the wolf teeth pendant, clamped it on the bowstring, aiming at the compass rotating in the air.

This compass won't be broken, right?

This question suddenly flashed through Niannian's mind. He pulled the bow and paused. Who would have thought that it was just such a hesitation that Sanchi Shui on the side handed over another sword.

"Only bloody skin is left!"

Hiding? There is no time to hide!

Every Nian silently said "I'm sorry" in his heart, and shot the wolf's teeth as an arrow at the compass still rotating in the air.

With a "clang" sound, the wolf teeth hit the edge of the compass accurately and knocked it away.

With a "chi" sound, the three-foot-foot-water sword penetrated Nian's left forearm, and the tip of the sword was barely stopped in front of Nian's throat.

The bow in Niannian's left hand almost fell to the ground, and immediately grabbed the sword's edge with his right hand to prevent the sword from advancing.

The three-foot water surface pulled out the Yunji sword without expression, and blood splattered on his face, adding a bit of charm.

At this time, Zi Mo had already rushed out of the disappearing flames and was about to run over to save the siege every year, when he heard the sorrowful music that had been crying and complaining stopped and turned into another lingering song.

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When Niannian heard the music, she suddenly felt her whole body sinking, as if she suddenly had a big sandbag on her back. Not only did she not move her feet away, but her whole body seemed to be frozen.

Zi Mo knew it was not good. His level was still too low every year, which was too different from that of this year. His resistance to this skill was almost nothing, but he was affected more than anyone present.

But unfortunately, under the influence of this music, his movement speed was also affected. He had no time to rush in front of Niannian and gave her a knife to Sanchishui.

The group skill effect of the yen year is linked to the number of people. The more people affected by the skills, the weaker the skill effect each person has. On the contrary, there are only two of them here now. Even if Zimo is the same level as the yen year, he is still pulled.

Every Nian watched Sanchishui slid her sword again, and tried her best to turn her body, revealing the Yunji Sword with half of her back to Sanchishui.

A severe pain burned from his shoulders to his waist. Every year, he looked at the blood strips that were jumping down, gritting his teeth without saying a word, nor taking out any arrows from the quiver.

Another burning pain came from his back. Niannian felt that his back should have been scratched at this time.

This version of Sanfoot Fruit is indeed not flexible enough. Every year I still have the intention to complain, can't you turn to the front and give me a sword? Is it planning to write the word "satisfaction" on the left and right?

However, Niannian saw that the bloodline had dropped a lot again, so I guess I was going to die this time?

Inexplicably, I really don’t want to die very much... I always feel it will be terrible.

Every year I saw Zi Mo who was walking towards her step by step, and then I saw the afterimage of the huge array map that once trapped Zi Mo.

The afterimage is not round, and there is obviously a piece missing on the side close to the dead woods.

Every year, it seemed like a sudden light of inspiration appeared. It used all its strength to pounce forward, and after landing, it rolled towards the dead forest with its inertia.

Huh? So smooth? It seems... before rolling into the foggy dead forest, I glanced at the direction of the year.

Shisui was holding his left wrist tightly with his right hand, staring at the injured Niannian without blinking.

In the last second before falling asleep, Niannian felt that she saw the man calling out a name.

Are you calling her? But why do you feel... the lips don't look very similar...

Zimo looked at Niannian who fell asleep after falling into the dry forest, and his heart, which was in his throat, fell back to his chest. Just then, the music of the year stopped. He jumped behind Sanfou Shui.

The three-foot water was still waving its sword at the dry forest every year, but its feet seemed to have roots and did not step into the range of the dry forest at all.

Zi Mo looked at Sanchishui's puppet-like behavior, frowned slightly, and slashed at his shoulder with a knife.

Sanchishui, who seemed to be awakened, quickly turned around and handed out a sword, which was opposite Zi Mo's slow sword, but was pressed by the sudden force from the knife, and the sword edge almost scratched his neck.

The music that paused for a few seconds suddenly started again. This time the song ended with a passionate and heavy, even a bit sharp like a sharp sword.

Zi Mo only felt that the sword edge that had just been pressed back by him bounced back, and even suppressed his sword in reverse.

The nickname of these Confucians's gang of shit-making sticks is indeed not a false reputation. Zimo muttered, and his forehead was already sweating, and he felt even more unsure.

His life was in danger, and he didn't want to really kill the Sanchi Shui in front of him. Now he is really in a dilemma.

"Year year?"

Zi Mo, who was fighting for thought, suddenly heard the voice of a third person, and the sound was very familiar, which was the sound he could hear every day in the past two days.

Zimo tilted his head slightly and saw Simire in a white robe landing beside Niannian, looking down at her condition.

"I said, take care of this side first! Life here is still alive!" Zimo shouted, withdrew the knife in his hand, dodged the oncoming sword.

"Come here, let's go!" Simire picked up every year and walked into the miasma fog, and turned around to signal Zimo to follow.

Zi Mo stepped into the dry forest with one side, and it was indeed safe. Only then did he notice that a faint white light was shining around him, isolating him from the fog.

He looked back and saw Sanchi Shui slashing at the fog again and again, but the expression on his face was already a little distorted, as if he was struggling.
Chapter completed!